by CJ Bishop
Sanchez took out his phone and called her cell. After a moment, he spoke into the phone. “Cat, give us a call as soon as you get this. It’s important.” He ended the call and put the phone away. “It went straight to voicemail. She must have it turned off.”
“Do you know where this man lives?” Lorenzo asked.
“No.”
“She will be okay,” Lorenzo whispered with wavering conviction. “Mija is smart. She can take care of herself. When she comes home, we will speak with her on the matter.”
Cruz nodded and looked at Sanchez; this was going to be one hell of a long, stressful night.
•
“Turn around.” The woman obliged and perched on hands and knees before Flynn. Fuck. He dragged his palm down the gentle sway of her slender back and over her tight ass. He groaned. “You’re so fucking sexy.” He kissed her back and squeezed her small waist. It had taken mere moments for his cock to fully harden again. His fingers gripped her hot flesh and he pulled her back as he sank his dick into her tight, wet pussy.
“Uuhh…” Caterina gasped softly and shivered. Her ass arched a bit and eagerly pushed onto his thick rod. “Yes…oh God, your cock feels so good.”
Flynn urged her to close her legs, causing her inner muscles to squeeze tighter around his shaft. He shuddered when those same muscles began to flex with anticipation. “Ahh fuck, girl…” he swallowed hard and pulled out a little then thrust in to the bottom, extracting a small, sharp gasp from her. “Fuck…” He thrust in again, harder, grinding deeper.
“Uhh!” Caterina cried softly. “Oh fuck, yes…yes, baby…fuck me…”
Flynn pumped her with controlled strokes, his recent orgasm allowing him to take it slower and not rush. He slid his hands up her ribs, leaned over her body a fraction, and pushed in a little deeper and harder. “Shit, baby,” he panted. “You feel so good.”
Soft gasps and moans sifted out of Caterina as she thrust against his cock, her slender body swaying and rocking sensually, her hips swiveling, rotating her tight pussy on his dick. “Oh God, Flynn…you fuck so good…”
Her lightly tanned skin began to glisten with sweat, her ass cheeks flushing as he bumped against them again and again. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, lips parting as stronger moans shuddered out of her. Her dark hair cascaded down her back, her full tits swinging beneath her as she fucked him with unbridled enthusiasm.
Flynn picked up the pace as his control waned, his hips smacking wetly against her ass, rocking her back and forth on the bed, pulling tighter, deeper cries from inside her. “Fuck yeah, baby,” he groaned, breath ragged. “Take this cock…fuck it so good, girl…give me that sweet, hot pussy.”
Caterina whimpered and sank to her elbows, ass arched and pumping urgently on his hard rod. She ducked her head between her arms, sharp cries puffing off her lips, muffled against the pillow. “Uh-uh…yes…fuck me…fuck me…make me come…oh God-oh God!” She clawed the sheet and panted harder, thrusting erratically against his cock. “Uh-uh-fuuuck—fuck!” A strangled cry twisted up her throat as her body locked up and contorted, her inner muscles clenching his dick as her orgasm burst.
“Holy fuck!” Flynn gasped and cut loose, fucking her wildly. She screamed again and came a second time as he pounded into her desperately. “Uuh! Fuck! Yes! More!” He drilled her pussy, hips rolling and punching until she wailed a third time and came all over his cock again. “Yes! Shit!” He went at her, fucking furiously and yelling—and exploded into the condom, filling it to capacity. His balls continued to empty as he thrust urgently, then pulled out for fear the condom would burst. He swiped off the rubber and grabbed his dick, pumping out the last remnants of cum, a few final squirts that splattered Caterina’s flushed, sweaty ass cheeks. “Oh my God!” Flynn choked and sagged back on his heels, chest heaving. He rubbed his face—burning hot and slick with sweat—and shoved his hands through his hair as Caterina sank onto her stomach, panting hard.
“Oh my God,” she shuddered breathlessly, her whole body slick and flushed. “Fuck…I didn’t know a man could fuck that good…or make me feel this satisfied.”
Flynn crawled forward and rubbed his hands up her body—scorching hot to the touch—and kissed her shoulder. His heavy cock rested between her ass cheeks as he slid his hands underneath her and cupped her breasts. “You are the best fuck I’ve ever had, Caterina.” He rolled off her and pulled her on top of him.
Caterina sat up, straddling his body, his soft cock caught between her flaming hot, slick pussy and his own stomach as she slowly slid up and down his shaft. She shivered. “My clit is still so sensitive,” she whispered unsteadily and rocked a little faster on his member. “I could…I could come again…” Her face pinched and she bit her lower lip, breath quickening even more. “I could…I’m going to….oh fuck…”
“Fuck, yes,” Flynn groaned and pumped his cock back and forth through her slippery pussy. “Do it, girl…one more…cum for me, baby…” His heart pounded furiously as her wet heat wrapped his throbbing dick, gliding urgently, her silky softness bringing back a bit of firmness to his muscle. “Oh my God, Caterina—cum.”
“Uuh!” Caterina gasped sharply and dug her nails into his chest, hips rocking wildly as a flood of wetness coated his cock.
“Oh Shit, baby,” Flynn panted. “Oh my God, you’re the best.” He grabbed her tits and sat forward, sucking her flesh hungrily as she continued to work her hot pussy on his member. “I swear to God, you’re gonna get me hard again in no time.” He sucked a nipple deep into his mouth and gripped her ass with one hand, pulling her harder against him.
“Mmm…” She cupped his head, her hot breath puffing his hair. A sharp whimper escaped her when he sank two fingers into her pussy and stroked her deep as he raked his shaft across her clit. He didn’t know how many orgasms she had in her, but he was on a mission to find out.
•
Oh my God—I’m gonna cum again! Caterina had hardly recovered from the last one when she felt another coiling up inside her, being pulled up from her core by Flynn’s strong, pumping fingers that worked her G-spot perfectly—not to mention his hardening dick rubbing her ultra-sensitive clit…hot mouth sucking her tit. She didn’t stand a chance.
“Oh God,” she shuddered and clutched his head, every muscle in her body knotting up. Flynn finger-fucked her harder, faster, deeper, and shoved his cock urgently through her pussy split, urging her breathlessly to cum for him again, give it up. And she did—with a sharp cry and a powerful jerk of her hips. Her juices coated his fingers and pumped out of her, drenching his shaft. “Oh my God…oh fuck…” She trembled hard and hugged his neck, her brow shoved against his shoulder. “Oh God, Flynn…no one’s ever made me cum so much.”
Flynn lifted his head, found her mouth, and kissed her hard. He laid her down on the bed and stroked his shaft through her wet heat. His kiss softened as he gently massaged her breasts, his strong body moving against her in a tender rhythm she hadn’t previously experienced with him. She hugged his neck and drank in his passionate kiss, lifting to his thrusts until their bodies fell into perfect sync. How was it she could desire someone so much? Want to fuck them non-stop?
Groaning deeply, Flynn slid his arms around her trembling body and held her tight as he stroked her to orgasm one more time. Their kiss never broke as she gasped into his mouth, whimpers lodging in her throat, her nails sinking into his back. When he pulled out of the kiss, she gasped shakily and sucked in a deep breath, staring into his eyes. She saw things there that both excited and frightened her, and wondered if Flynn knew he was revealing so much.
Flynn’s arms loosened a little but he didn’t let go of her as he rolled his hips so wonderfully against her. She longed for him to slide deep inside her and fuck her like this, slow and tender and sensual. When he withdrew, she lay unmoving, trembling, aching to have him back, feel the weight of his body on top of her.
Her eyes heavy, she watched him retrieve another condom from the nightstand and st
rap it on.
She smiled.
He smiled—and pushed inside her, wrapped her in his arms, fucked her with such passion and tenderness that it felt less like fucking…and more like making love.
CHAPTER 14
“Dark Rivers of the Heart”
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The roof of the building across the street was flat with a short wall circling the perimeter. Riccardo knelt behind the barrier and adjusted the lens of the Sony Cyber-shot, zooming in on Flynn’s bedroom window. As luck would have it, the evening was warm enough to warrant an open window and open shades. Riccardo stuffed in the earpiece. The bug had been placed in the entry hall of Flynn’s apartment, so any conversation between Flynn and the woman in the bedroom wouldn’t be picked up. But the sound of their fucking was. As clear as it was coming in, he suspected the bedroom door was open.
Riccardo focused in on the window, getting a nice little show as he listened to the heated exchange through the earpiece. Flynn and the Santiago bitch were wrapped around one another, no longer fucking wildly as before, but now with added tenderness—though still quite intense.
This was no longer some random fuck for Flynn. Or the woman.
Perfect.
Through the lens, Riccardo watched Flynn lift the woman onto his lap again, their kisses passionate and fucking sensual. A thumping pulse began to roll up Riccardo’s cock, stretched his dick in his pants as their gasps and pants and cries exploded into his head through the earpiece. He hadn’t had a good satisfactory fuck in a while and watching these two were making him fucking horny.
When it was all said and done, maybe he’d get himself a piece of this bitch as well. He squeezed his crotch and his cock jumped, throbbing maddeningly. “Fuck,” he groaned and unfastened his pants, pulling his thick dick free. He readjusted the camera and continued watching the show, capturing pictures, as he began to slide his fist up and down his shaft. “Oh yeah,” he shuddered. “Show me the goods, baby.”
The woman leaned back on her arms, hands against the bed, as she pumped her pussy on Flynn’s cock. Her tits bounced and jiggled, getting Riccardo harder and harder. He jerked himself faster, breath ragged.
“Oh fuck yeah. Get that cock. Fuck it good.” He squeezed his dick fiercely when Flynn grabbed her tits and sucked them hungrily, drilling his cock into her urgently, their control slipping away along with Riccardo’s. “Fuck…” He stroked faster, his fist whipping up and down his shaft, flicking cum juice from the head as his balls tightened. He knew by their sounds that the girl was about to cum, and Flynn wasn’t far behind. “Yeah, bitch, cum for daddy…” he gasped, his words shaky, erratic. “Cum all over that cock.”
He listened to her cries sharpen and watched her sexy body writhe and contort on the bed. Then she was clawing at Flynn and screaming. Flynn was right there, yelling out and slamming into her.
“Fuuck!” Riccardo choked and blew his wad all over the short wall. “Fuck yeah!” He gasped hard, his body shaking, cock pulsing as it deflated in his fist. “Fuck me,” he shuddered and wiped his sweaty face. He grinned as he snapped a few more shots. “Was it as good for you as it was for me?” he murmured to the two oblivious lovers.
His cell went off and he set the camera on the edge of the wall and tugged out his phone. His dick hung out of his pants, cooling off in the evening air. “Riccardo here,” he spoke into the cell, then listened. He nodded, though no one was there to see him. “Yeah. I got the pictures. I’ll be there in thirty.”
He ended the call moments later and picked up the camera, surveying the couple.
“Flynn. Flynn. Flynn,” he whispered, amused. “You should have listened to me. Bad mistake to start giving a shit about a woman.” He lowered the camera. “They will be your undoing. Every time.”
•
“Oh my God.” Caterina lay trembling beside Flynn—the intensity and passion of their sex skittering through her body like static electricity. “I believe you.”
“What do you believe?” Flynn breathed heavily.
“That you’re a man of your word.”
“The night isn’t over yet.”
Caterina shook her head slowly against the pillow. “I don’t care,” she panted. “I believe you.”
Laughing low, Flynn release a hard breath. “I’m glad.” He went quiet and tucked his arms under his head, eyes on the ceiling. Their bodies touched, skin burning one another. A light breeze from the half-open window wafted across Caterina’s wet body, cooling her fevered senses.
Flynn remained quiet, a slight knit in his brow as he kept his eyes directed overhead.
“Are you okay?” Caterina asked softly and kissed his arm.
He didn’t answer immediately. When he did, there was an odd rasp to his voice. “I didn’t mean for this to happen,” he murmured without looking at her. “I didn’t want it to. At least…I didn’t think I did.”
A shiver tickled Caterina’s spine. “Didn’t mean for what to happen?”
Flynn turned his head toward her. “I almost never fuck the same woman twice. I never wanted to form a bond with any of the women I slept with; I just wanted the fuck and that was all.”
“I get it,” she whispered. “Not everyone wants a relationship.”
He stared at her and something shifted behind his eyes. She tried to interpret it, but it was gone an instant later. “Do you?”
“What?”
“Do you want a relationship? Are you in a hurry to rush into another situation that might turn out like the last?”
Caterina looked away and sighed. “I don’t know what I want,” she admitted quietly. “Last night, I thought all I wanted was a one-time thing, then walk away and…” she shrugged. “…not look back.”
“Yeah,” he whispered. “Me, too.”
She let out a slow breath and looked at him. “Then why are we spending a second night together?”
“I don’t know.”
“What didn’t you mean to happen?” she asked. “Spending another night with me?”
He returned his stare to the ceiling. “That’s part of it.”
“Only a part?”
Flynn closed his eyes. “There’s something about you,” he whispered. “Something that…makes me want more nights with you.”
The man’s confession startled Caterina. Even if he felt this way, she hadn’t expected him to say it out loud. How did she feel? Did she want more nights with him, too?
Do you really have to ask?
•
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he wished to take them back; what the fuck was he doing? She was a fucking Santiago. How did he justify being with her even now? After what her family had done—how the fuck could he go to bed with one of them? And want more of her?
“I…” Caterina started, a shake in her voice. “I think I would like more nights with you, too, Flynn.”
Why had he said that? There could be no more nights. No more fucking or interaction at all. It had to end with tonight.
Her hot skin brushed his and he instinctively started to reach out and touch her, then stopped himself. He didn’t just want to fuck her anymore…he wanted to hold her, caress her body, just savor her presence in his life. And that was not a good thing. If she had been anyone else, then yeah, he could accept that maybe he was…
What? How were you going to finish that? Accept that maybe you were…falling in love? You? That’s fucking ridiculous.
It was. With Caterina…it had to be ridiculous; a ludicrous notion. Not only because she was a Santiago, but because that just wasn’t something he did. Not ever. Not with anyone. The last person he had truly loved in any way had been his mother. When she was taken from him, he hadn’t let anyone else in. His father hadn’t tried to get in; the man knew nothing of love.
So, how the fuck had this woman put a chink in his armor? Without even trying, no less? She hadn’t hooked up with him, looking for more than a one-night fuck, either. He was convinc
ed that what was happening here was as much a shock to her as it was to him.
He cleared his throat. “Why don’t we just take it one night at a time.” He looked at her as she gazed back at him, her big dark eyes seeing into him in ways no other woman could. “Let’s just enjoy tonight and…let tomorrow take care of itself.”
She nodded. “That works for me,” she whispered and kissed his arm again.
And come tomorrow? Would he have the will to send her away? To end this for good?
Guess you won’t know till tomorrow.
Flynn suspected he already knew, but just didn’t want to admit it.
Caterina took his hand and brought it to her lips, kissing his fingers. Her thumb caressed his knuckles, then paused. She looked at his hand. “What happened?”
“What…?” Flynn looked at his hand—and his scuffed, bruised knuckles. The result of beating the shit out of her ex.
“Oh. That.” He offered a short laugh. “It’s nothing. There’s an old boxing gym I go to sometimes, take out my stress on a punching bag.”
“You don’t wear gloves?”
He shrugged. “Gloves are for sissies,” he joked.
“Gloves protect your hands,” she countered with a smile and kissed his knuckles. “Heavyweight champions wear gloves. Would you call them sissies?”
Flynn chuckled. “Not to their faces.”
Caterina laughed softly. “At least, in some respects, you’re no dummy.”
“Just some respects?”
“Start wearing gloves and maybe I’ll change that to most respects.”
He’d never met an adorable woman before. Caterina was adorable…sweet and caring…sexy and sensual.
The whole fucking package.
“I might just have to do that,” he murmured and turned onto his side, kissing her on the lips. He curled his fingers around her hand and kissed her again, more deeply this time. She moaned and pushed closer to him, her warm thigh sliding up over his hip. His erection came back in an instant and he pressed his hips against her, his member sliding through her wet heat. Fuck—he couldn’t get enough of this woman.
